He was already very familiar with this.
Starting from the first day of the Lunar New Year, one in ten people who came to draw lots were looking for someone, and amazingly, they always found the same person.
Some people's fortune slips include explanations about the search for the missing person, but most do not.
"This kind of fortune-telling for finding people is actually not very effective; a Taoist priest might be able to predict it."
Adhering to the saying "better to die than to die myself," the old monk gave a kind smile and tried to persuade the group to side with the Taoist priests.
These kinds of fortune-telling and finding people are things that monks aren't good at, so they really have no other choice.
He was afraid that Buddha would get annoyed by the many questions he received.
It would be better to shift the focus of the war.
Zhou Zhou, who wasn't very clear about the specific differences between monks and Taoist priests, suddenly understood after hearing this.
No wonder it wasn't shown on the fortune slip; I went to the wrong place.
"I see, thank you, Master!"
Zhou Zhou contentedly stepped aside so that her friends behind her could have their fortunes interpreted.
The people who had come from all around to seek Buddhist guidance, fortune telling, and to find Boss Lin also came to a sudden realization.
"So you can find someone by consulting a Taoist priest for divination!"
"Yes, in the novels I've read, Taoist priests can tell fortunes, and the skilled ones are incredibly accurate."
"But where is there a Taoist temple?"
"I don't know, let me search it on my phone."
"I don't know why, but I always feel that temples are more popular with worshippers than Taoist temples."
"Pah, you'll say anything in front of Buddha, just shut up."
"..."
In fact, not only are temples bustling with worshippers, but ever since news spread online that people were visiting ancestral graves and seeking divine favors from Boss Lin, many places, including temples and Taoist monasteries, have been overrun by netizens who have nothing better to do than visit during the Lunar New Year.
Normally, when everyone is at work, they aren't that enthusiastic about Mr. Lin; at most, they're just curious about where he'll be setting up his stall this week.
Because they knew very well that finding Boss Lin would be extremely difficult.
If Mr. Lin only stays in one city, then there is still some hope of finding him.
But now Mr. Lin's stalls are no longer limited to one city; he travels all over the world.
Leaving aside cities, with so many countries around the world and such a vast geographical area, finding Boss Lin is beyond the reach of most ordinary people like them.
Only during holidays like Chinese New Year when you have time can you try to find Boss Lin, have a nice meal, and join in the fun.
When it comes to these kinds of mystical matters, if you encounter someone with real skill, then there's definitely something special about them.
For example, a young black man who followed the trend and went to a supposedly famous fortune teller for a consultation was told by the fortune teller to just go home.
This is the first person to calculate a result so clearly.
Looking into the master's calm and unwavering eyes, the black man's eyes widened in surprise.
What did the master mean by telling him to go home? Did he mean his home in India, or his home in China?
This mysterious feeling lingered in his mind; for the first time, the young black man sensed the mysterious power of the East.
Good heavens, is this real or fake?!
"Master... Master! Could you be more specific? Which house should I go to to meet Boss Lin?"
The Black man asked, trembling.
The tension, surprise, and disbelief in his voice were clearly audible to those around him.
The passersby waiting around, looking at the black guy's skin color, immediately had a brainstorming session.
Is this guy Black? From Africa? Or...?
What country are you from?
Could it be that Mr. Lin is setting up a stall abroad this week?
If it weren't for the fact that the black guy and the master were still clearly talking, and they were afraid of delaying them from hearing more details, the whole group would probably have crowded around by now.
The information about where Mr. Lin sets up his stall is kept very secret.
Before the stall opened, nobody knew about it.
The news only spreads when diners encounter the food and post it online.
Nowadays, diners are smarter. Unless they don't know Mr. Lin, they keep the news very secret while he's setting up his stall, afraid that someone will come and steal their food. Everyone is very cautious.
Otherwise, people wouldn't place their hopes on things like praying to gods and Buddhas or consulting fortune tellers.
Many netizens were just following the trend; they had only heard of Mr. Lin's name but had never had the chance to taste his cooking.
In this global trend of chasing after Mr. Lin's cuisine, those who haven't tried it feel like they're falling behind. When talking about the dishes Mr. Lin has made, those who have eaten them rave about how delicious they are, praising them to the skies.
Those who have never eaten it will not understand anything and can only watch longingly.
Moreover, this isn't some kind of luxury item; most people can't afford the expensive ones.
Whether you get to eat it or not depends entirely on luck.
This is really frustrating.
...
Lin Zhou, who is far away in India, is unaware that his address is about to be exposed before he has even set up his stall.
Once a large pot of curry is cooked, the whole kitchen is filled with a strong curry aroma.
Between setting up a stall and filling his stomach, Lin Zhou chose to eat first.
The steamed rice, glistening with a lustrous sheen, is loose yet sticky when scooped into a bowl. The rising steam releases a fragrant aroma of rice. The heat from the hot curry on my feet seems to intensify the curry's flavor.
The spice flavor of curry, combined with the freshness of beef and the sweetness of vegetables like carrots, is both refreshing and intense, like a passionate beauty gently beckoning to you, full of exotic charm.
"Please bring my food to the open-air balcony in my room, thank you."
After serving himself a plate of curry rice, Lin Zhou, smelling the grease and grime on his clothes, decided to take a shower before enjoying his meal.
The butler, smelling the aroma, nodded with difficulty. "Yes, sir."
The next moment, the aroma of curry, which had been confined to the room, was spread everywhere by the breeze.
The guests who had just checked into the hotel hadn't originally planned to eat, but the aroma of curry in the air made them immediately think that this hotel truly lived up to its reputation as a famous hotel in Indochina; the restaurant's food smelled so delicious.
"Hello, which floor is the hotel restaurant on?"
"The restaurant is on the fifth floor, and there are chefs on duty 24 hours a day. You can order food at any time."
The receptionist dutifully handed her the room key, and she could also smell the aroma of curry in the air.
Curry is a specialty dish in the hotel restaurant and it's served every day, but was it ever this delicious before?
Before she could even think, the receptionist watched as the hotel doors swung open and another guest walked in.
As soon as the guest came in, he started sniffing around, as if he was smelling something.
Then, meeting her gaze, he strode over.
"Hello, is this curry aroma coming from your hotel?"
The man was walking down the street and passing by a hotel when he was suddenly attracted by the aroma of curry. He was certain it was curry, but he had never smelled anything so fragrant before.
The aroma is so strong and overpowering that it instantly whets the appetite.
He couldn't help but follow the scent into the hotel.
...
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